Monday, November 10, 2014

Dreamtime Sensuality: A Quartet of Stories by David Russell

Dreamtime Sensuality

Many a dream can be realised with a little forethought. The
characters in this quartet of stories are intelligent, sensitive and literary.
They are also supremely voyeuristic and open-minded. Their intelligence is
counterbalanced by inhibitions, which they can only lose by premeditated
seduction scenarios, which relate intimately to their professional, creative
and cultural lives. The great effort each couple puts into arranging a scenario
seems to enhance the quality of the experience. A great source of inspiration
for this and other works has been the novel The
Girl Beneath the Lion by André Pieyre de Mandiargues.

Here's a blurb and an excerpt about one of the stories:

The Heroine and the Author: Dreamer Hecate discovers she has a terminal
illness. She wants to make the most of the time she has left by being
celebrated in literature as a charismatic, legendary figure. She meets
Ferdinand, a ghost writer, who is happy to undertake this massive project with
her. In the process, She gets an idea of his physique through jogging and the
fitness centre. Then there is a seduction scene inspired by the literary models
of Sappho and Donne. Being ‘open-minded’, they make a pact for each one to go
and have a sexual adventure – his hetero, hers lesbian. Their relationship is
enhanced by this extra dimension.

Excerpt

Hecate read some verses of Sappho,
which she felt totally appropriate to his slender grace, so nearly androgynous.
She quoted a phrase demanding his fixed, concentrated
stare into her eyes. The eye contact was clinched. Hecate’s introduction was a
quote from her.

Ferdinand responded to the prompt; he knew what he had to do—gradually,
at intervals, he removed his garments one by one as she breathily read the
hypnotic, seductive phrases.

His garments came off with ease and
grace, he obviously had some long-repressed desire to do this. At last, he
stood before her, beautiful, naked, and slender. Somehow, his spirit prevailed
over his earlier reticence, he shed his shyness with his clothing. Since she
saw him in trunks, Hecate anticipated this moment with such relish. If the pool
had been empty when they were there, she would have taken them off there, or in
the shower. Perhaps something could happen, or even be premeditated in the
future, on a deserted beach, secluded amid the dunes.

She handed him a volume of the
collected poems of John Donne. “Now, I think you know which one I want you to
read me. Hmm…while we’ve been working together, I bet you’ve had some reveries
of me undressing, you undressing me.”

“I have to admit that is so and I
know which poem you mean, it’s Elegy Nineteen—To His Mistress Going to Bed.

“We really are on the same
wavelength darling. I had learned of that poem as a young girl, with a
desperate desire one day to enact it. Every word of it struck home as I
disrobed alone, for years I yearned for that lovely partner to give me those
instructions live.”

Ferdinand beamed, then quoted from
near the end of the poem referring to the poet’s nakedness at the beginning of
the action. Then he proceeded to read, with his lovely, hypnotic voice.

He really made Hecate’s
girdle feel like Saturn’s rings As she undid her sash and cast it down, she
felt her abdomen was bathed in heavenly light, visible only to spiritual eyes.

The
request to remove her ‘breastplate’ gave her an etheric shudder. Taking off the
brooch at the top of her dress felt like casting away a shield, affirming that
strife and combat had been replaced by love.

In response to the exhortation to unlace, she felt deliciously nervous
as her fingers twitched on her zips and buttons.

As the gown went off following the next command, Hecate felt she had
emerged from a perennial cocoon, that she was the sun liberated from the
constricting veils of night.

As for a ‘coronet’, Hecate
was only wearing a slide, but removing it certainly helped her locks flow
freely.

It was
great to feel liberated from footwear; earlier on her high heels had felt so
sexy. But now her stockinged feet tingled with electric desire.

With her underwear, admittedly
she found nylon, calico and silk sexier than linen, but the word, so sensually
uttered, really relevant. (from The
Heroine and the Author – Story 2)

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